- •Importance of his subject. When it arrived, it contained nothing but a
- •Is for a man of genius with a seriously underrated subject to maintain
- •Into the market and under the portico of St. Paul's Church, where there
- •Very wet about the ankles. He is in evening dress, with a light
- •In and increase the noise with question and answer: What's the row?
- •Is. I tell you, look at his boots.
- •In this draught any longer.
- •In murmurs.
- •Instantly; or else seek the shelter of some other place of worship.
- •I can pronounce twenty-four distinct vowel sounds; but your hundred and
- •Indeed. I should have sent her away, only I thought perhaps you wanted
- •Visible Speech; then in broad Romic; and then we'll get her on the
- •Instruction] Did you tell him I come in a taxi?
- •In, hadn't you?
- •Is quite right. If this girl is to put herself in your hands for six
- •If you refuse this offer you will be a most ungrateful and wicked girl;
- •Ideas about me. Here I am, a shy, diffident sort of man. I've never
- •Interesting out of him.
- •Visitor; for Doolittle has a professional flavor of dust about him].
- •It is for the like of me!
- •Incensed by this that Pickering presently finds it necessary to step
- •I wouldn't speak to them, you know.
- •It is Mrs. Higgins's at-home day. Nobody has yet arrived. Her
- •Vowels; and though I like to get pretty postcards in your patent
- •Into the way of seriously liking young women: some habits lie too deep
- •I sympathize. I haven't any small talk. If people would only be frank
- •Influenza about. It runs right through our whole family regularly every
- •Is, them as pinched it done her in.
- •In. When he was out of work, my mother used to give him fourpence and
- •It's all right, mamma, quite right. People will think we never go
- •Victorian prudery!
- •I have come to live there with Henry. We work together at my Indian
- •It I should have chucked the whole thing up two months ago. It was a
- •In two hundred pounds. Why, six months ago you would have thought it
- •Is whether anything belongs to me. My own clothes were burnt.
- •In a state, mam. I thought I'd better tell you.
- •Vehement reproach.
- •It. A year ago I hadn't a relative in the world except two or three
- •Is she very angry?
- •I was there.
- •It ain't my fault. I've come into money.
- •Very low, thinking of the happy days that are no more.
- •It. Have you had enough? and are you going to be reasonable? Or do you
- •Instinct in particular.
- •Indifference to young women on the ground that they had an irresistible
- •Idealized by the men over whom they have flourished the whip much more
- •It was the Colonel who finally solved the problem, which had cost him
- •Incapable of forming a single letter worthy of the least of Milton's
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It. A year ago I hadn't a relative in the world except two or three
that wouldn't speak to me. Now I've fifty, and not a decent week's
wages among the lot of them. I have to live for others and not for
myself: that's middle class morality. You talk of losing Eliza. Don't
you be anxious: I bet she's on my doorstep by this: she that could
support herself easy by selling flowers if I wasn't respectable. And
the next one to touch me will be you, Henry Higgins. I'll have to learn
to speak middle class language from you, instead of speaking proper
English. That's where you'll come in; and I daresay that's what you
done it for.
MRS. HIGGINS. But, my dear Mr. Doolittle, you need not suffer all this
if you are really in earnest. Nobody can force you to accept this
bequest. You can repudiate it. Isn't that so, Colonel Pickering?
PICKERING. I believe so.
DOOLITTLE [softening his manner in deference to her sex] That's the
tragedy of it, ma'am. It's easy to say chuck it; but I haven't the
nerve. Which one of us has? We're all intimidated. Intimidated, ma'am:
that's what we are. What is there for me if I chuck it but the
workhouse in my old age? I have to dye my hair already to keep my job
as a dustman. If I was one of the deserving poor, and had put by a bit,
I could chuck it; but then why should I, acause the deserving poor
might as well be millionaires for all the happiness they ever has. They
don't know what happiness is. But I, as one of the undeserving poor,
have nothing between me and the pauper's uniform but this here blasted
three thousand a year that shoves me into the middle class. (Excuse the
expression, ma'am: you'd use it yourself if you had my provocation).
They've got you every way you turn: it's a choice between the Skilly of
the workhouse and the Char Bydis of the middle class; and I haven't the
nerve for the workhouse. Intimidated: that's what I am. Broke. Bought
up. Happier men than me will call for my dust, and touch me for their
tip; and I'll look on helpless, and envy them. And that's what your son
has brought me to. [He is overcome by emotion].
MRS. HIGGINS. Well, I'm very glad you're not going to do anything
foolish, Mr. Doolittle. For this solves the problem of Eliza's future.
You can provide for her now.
DOOLITTLE [with melancholy resignation] Yes, ma'am; I'm expected to
provide for everyone now, out of three thousand a year.
HIGGINS [jumping up] Nonsense! he can't provide for her. He shan't
provide for her. She doesn't belong to him. I paid him five pounds for
her. Doolittle: either you're an honest man or a rogue.
DOOLITTLE [tolerantly] A little of both, Henry, like the rest of us: a
little of both.
HIGGINS. Well, you took that money for the girl; and you have no right
to take her as well.
MRS. HIGGINS. Henry: don't be absurd. If you really want to know where
Eliza is, she is upstairs.
HIGGINS [amazed] Upstairs!!! Then I shall jolly soon fetch her
downstairs. [He makes resolutely for the door].
MRS. HIGGINS [rising and following him] Be quiet, Henry. Sit down.
HIGGINS. I--
MRS. HIGGINS. Sit down, dear; and listen to me.
HIGGINS. Oh very well, very well, very well. [He throws himself
ungraciously on the ottoman, with his face towards the windows]. But I
think you might have told me this half an hour ago.
MRS. HIGGINS. Eliza came to me this morning. She passed the night
partly walking about in a rage, partly trying to throw herself into the
river and being afraid to, and partly in the Carlton Hotel. She told me
of the brutal way you two treated her.
HIGGINS [bounding up again] What!
PICKERING [rising also] My dear Mrs. Higgins, she's been telling you
stories. We didn't treat her brutally. We hardly said a word to her;
and we parted on particularly good terms. [Turning on Higgins]. Higgins
did you bully her after I went to bed?
HIGGINS. Just the other way about. She threw my slippers in my face.
She behaved in the most outrageous way. I never gave her the slightest
provocation. The slippers came bang into my face the moment I entered
the room--before I had uttered a word. And used perfectly awful
language.
PICKERING [astonished] But why? What did we do to her?
MRS. HIGGINS. I think I know pretty well what you did. The girl is
naturally rather affectionate, I think. Isn't she, Mr. Doolittle?
DOOLITTLE. Very tender-hearted, ma'am. Takes after me.
MRS. HIGGINS. Just so. She had become attached to you both. She worked
very hard for you, Henry! I don't think you quite realize what anything
in the nature of brain work means to a girl like that. Well, it seems
that when the great day of trial came, and she did this wonderful thing
for you without making a single mistake, you two sat there and never
said a word to her, but talked together of how glad you were that it
was all over and how you had been bored with the whole thing. And then
you were surprised because she threw your slippers at you! _I_ should
have thrown the fire-irons at you.
HIGGINS. We said nothing except that we were tired and wanted to go to
bed. Did we, Pick?
PICKERING [shrugging his shoulders] That was all.
MRS. HIGGINS [ironically] Quite sure?
PICKERING. Absolutely. Really, that was all.
MRS. HIGGINS. You didn't thank her, or pet her, or admire her, or tell
her how splendid she'd been.
HIGGINS [impatiently] But she knew all about that. We didn't make
speeches to her, if that's what you mean.
PICKERING [conscience stricken] Perhaps we were a little inconsiderate.